The Beauteous Terrorist (Sir Henry Parkes Poems)
Soft as the morning's pearly light,Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,Her gentle face was ever brightWith noble thought and purpose ...
Soft as the morning's pearly light,Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,Her gentle face was ever brightWith noble thought and purpose ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,Love in her gear ...
A grief ago,She who was who I hold, the fats and the flower,Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-sided thorn,Hell wind and ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in ...
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